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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2014 20:13:40 GMT -5
Thankfully she was still rolling from the shock of everything. Otherwise, she doubted she'd be able to keep this up. The facade. So when he lit two cigarettes, both perched precariously between his lips, she was torn. Was he really distancing her already? Or was he reading her like only he could, and providing.
Standing up from where she was leaning, she had totally forgotten she had a death grip on the gun, her body still reeling from the entire encounter. Plucking one, then the second, and placing both cigarettes between her lips, she slapped him. Hard. Then returned one of the cigarettes to his lips, before limping back to where she had been leaning. Her hand stung as she went to exhale, moving the cancer stick from her lips. She wasn't as talented as him to blow smoke from her nose. And if her hand stung, she didn't want to know what his cheek felt like. Especially with that busted nose. She'd made sure to not hit it.
Taking another long drag, she felt the drug hit her bloodstream in seconds. It helped, but didn't seem to be taking the edge off. She was quiet. Eerily calm for what he knew about her. Her head was watching the night sky, watching the smoke swirl above them.
He started talking, and she understood. She got him. That may have been part of the worst of it. But it still stung. That her nature had been her bane. Her heart. Blinking a few times, she willed herself not to cry. Not this time. "I know. But usually you're such a stubborn asshole when you're injured. You push yourself. I can understand the raincheck messages. I'd rather you just be honest," she said to the sky. A wry laugh punctuated her statement.
"I live across the goddamn park. What do you expect. My bag is probably still in the hall where I dropped it." Raising her arm, she wiped at her forehead, cigarette perched btween her fingers. She was burning through it fast. Blinking, she exhaled, coughing a bit.
"I know what he's been doing. There is a club folks have been yapping about seeing Rouge's at. Troubador. Run by a gal I think I'd like. It seems there is a new playground while Ozzie is fixing the Iceberg."
He didn't need his hand held. He knew the truth, all of it. Laid out for him by the fucking Joker. Of all people. Not people. Assholes. He knew they had rules. Or as fast and loose as you could with Jack. Shaking her head, in her silence, she's smoked the cigarette nearly down to the filter. Holding it perched between her lips she motioned to him for another. "My foot hurts, help me out here." It had started to throb like a bitch, the cold not quite as chilling as she once thought it was.
But he didn't need his hand held. He was aware of who the masks and capes were. All of them. And now, he got to know she was one of them. As she caught his eye, she shrugged off his look. "Yes. I am on a first name basis with most of them. Eddie is an ego, just like you'd think. Jon is...ugh. Ozzie is a good guy. Fantastic fence. Jack. He's a prick. But ...we have an understanding."
Taking the cigarette, she finally moves away from the doorframe, to sit in the other seat, thanking him quietly. As conflicted as she is, s he doesn't forget her manners.
Sighing, she eases into the matching chair to his, lighting her new smoke off the old one. As an afterthought she checks for any fallen ash, thankful nothing is burning through her clothing. Propping up her ankle, she's quiet again as she pulls a drag, exhales, lets the cigaratte dangle. She's not as good as the master, but hell, she's not bad. Her boot thankfully zips, and when her hand parts the two sides, the double-wrapped ace bandage is revealed. She's a bit distracted, but something hurts, and not in the right way. Probing the bandage with a fingertip, she can tell her fingers are moist. Wiping them on the bandage, she withdraws them, and re-zips her boot.
"So. It's not all your fault. You weren't the one busted for lying when she 17. I never got better. Well, not in how the law wanted me to. The Scholarship was bullshit. The schooling was not. But...I couldn't tell you who I was. Maybe, someday. But you were the only damn thing that was sacred any more." Pull, exhale. Ash. Repeat.
"So, because of what you do, and what you have done, and the fact that is the goddamn Joker you set up, and locked away, I can understand. But it hurts. Yeah, it was a secret. Yes, you used me. I understand, but I can still feel about it." Shaking her head slightly, she looks away again.
"Yes, I was taken off guard. Blinded by loyalty, I guess." Or love, part of her whispered.
"But he shouldn't have told you. There is a bit of honor among theives, you could say. And before you start asking stupid questions, I'll just lay it out for you. Yes, I steal. But no, it's not as bad as it once was. I have my company, now. Which yes, is legitimate. I have two employees, I have a few contractors. I do most of the work. Security. Recon, prevention, theft prevention, I consult for your Police force. I can set bugs, do computer shit, if it can be broken, I can fix it. Reverse engineering what I do at night is not hard. I'm considered one of the best. The other can go fuck himself if I ever see him." She took a breath, continuing.
"I'm on good terms with most of the 'villains' in Gotham. Some I don't care for, but hell. You saw the Joker move. And even better, but those rumors about Bat and Cat are mostly true. And yes, I know who he is. And Nightwing, And Robin. And that whole other camp. What else. I'm running the Metropham revamp, which is being funded by Lex Fucking Luthor, and we're planning on razing both buildings. And redoing the entire thing. Which I'm going to backdoor the security to...." she had to stop, before she gave away a bit of vital information that even she wouldn't divulge.
Gritting her teeth, she hadn't quite realized how far the lies had extended. And how much it hurt. And how it seemed the only thing that wasn't a lie was a slim ring around her finger.
Doubling over, she suddenly couldn't catch her breath. Tears stung her eyes, but she wasn't giving in.
"I know Elise Noble from College. Italy. She runs Psypher Tech. I shop with Pam Isley. Or at least knew her before she pulled that shit with the FBI. I have a hush-hush consulting position as a silent partner with Wayne Enterprises. I was married once. I am a philanthropist, and socialite, which is more bullshit than walking the fence like I already do.And I have a friend who I might need to fix my foot, and might be able to work on your arm. It's not magic, but if we're both going to be targeted, which trust me, Jack would do it for fun, it would be nice to not have to run to your rescue, only to have my heart ripped out, okay?" She hoped she'd tagged it all, the entirity of all that she had built here in Gotham, spilled to someone that could easily jail her for life. Gasping, she shook her head, slowly straightening, a small weight lifted off her shoulders.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2014 20:58:16 GMT -5
Harvey took the slap. He had it coming. It hurt badly and didn't help the already sore face he had. At least she had enough kindness to avoid his nose. He took the cigarette back between his lips. He actively worked to resist the urge to reach up and rub his cheek. It was soon red.
Harvey listened to her, he was not going to respond until she said all she wanted to say. The amount of information she was telling him was mind boggling. The sting of the slap lingered through her entire tirade, reminding him he'd done wrong as much as her mouth did.
When she asked for another cigarette he drew it from his pack and handed it to her, he struck the flame for her and held it, he'd never let her light her own cigarette as long as he was around, he was not having that, even if she was ultra angry with him or he with her.
Once she got to the end of all of it that last comment bit into him. It was clear that his guilt was sinking in further. He could not believe himself or what he'd done. The road to hell was always paved with good intentions, wasn't it?
Without anything to say for the moment he stood and pulled the shotgun from her grip. He put it on safety, and tossed it back into his closet as he passed it. A moment later he reappeared with a first aid kit, a towel and a washcloth. He picked up the pack of cigarettes and beckoned her to follow him inside. He bent down a little and hiked her up onto his good arm. He brought her inside and set her as gently as he could on his bed.
He silently began to undo her wrappings once he got situated on the floor below her. Once it was undone he looked it over. She'd aggravated the break. Harvey got out antiseptic cleaner and began cleaning it. He then applied pressure to it, the wash cloth acting as the barrier between her ankle and his hand. He finally looked to her. He was careful not to upset the ankle more, but only to eliminate the blood. He pulled a different back of cigarettes on a nightstand next to him and tossed them up on the bed to land next to her hand. He flicked the lighter, offering the flame.
"My heart didn't start pounding until you came in with my shotgun. I'd never felt so much in one moment than I had in that one in all my life. I can't... I just don't know... Thank you for saving my ass."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2014 21:49:18 GMT -5
He was pretty silent, but she hadn't expected much. When he felt guilt, he felt it fully. Had to work through it, muddle it around in his mind, and then let it go. It wasn't all his fault. She had acted how she would, mask or not. And ..had been snared, because she gave a shit. So after her little exposition on her entire life, all of it, for once.
He'd taken the slap, which baffled her. But he'd also doled out cigarettes to her like they were candy. She'd chugged through how many, three, four? That was bad. If Iris were here, she'd tell her to center herself. Something like that. Instead she was trying to cope with all the delicious, bad things that she associated with him.
Gasping, she could tell either the shock of it all was wearing off, or her foot was worse. It was only when he tugged at her left hand did she realize she'd been death gripping the shotgun the entire time she'd been talking. Her hand hurt. It felt like it was cramping. Shit. And then, he was gone. Blinking, she doubled at her waist, eyes closing as she realized he was still traipsing around in his boxers. Exhaling slowly, she heard noises as he was doing whatever. Finally he returned to where she was sitting, and silently beckoned her. Shaking her head, she knew he was right. It was cold out. They both went through some nasty shit. She was still pissed, and it felt like someone had blown a hole through her chest with the shotgun, but..she trusted him.
Standing sucked. Putting weight on her foot sucked. Being within three feet of him sucked. Life sucked.
But she hadn't expected him to hoist her onto his shoulder, fireman style and bring her into the bedroom. Even with how busted up he was; inside, and out, he was still strong. Even with her running her mouth. As she dealt with being treated like a child, she reached her working hand to tug at his boxers. If he didn't catch on, he'd either drop her, or swat her hand, considering one was immobilized. Her aim was a wedgie. She was still mad, and this was a way she could vent.
But still, he gently laid her on the bed, to where she scooted to the edge, slowly removing her one good boot, and then going to inch the other one off. IT was stained slightly, and her ankle was pretty damn swollen.
"Fuck." She winced, realizing the boot had been applying a delicious pressure to her ankle. Trying to focus on anything but him lamely peeling away the soaked dressing with one arm. In his boxers. She rolled her eyes, watching him work. In the meantime, she fished her cellphone out, thankful it worked. Punching in a number, she knew there would be an answer. "Hey. Yeah. Flute protocols. Yeah, I know I should have done something before. No, I need you now. Bring the other things, too. Yeah. Joker was snagged. I was played. Ok. See you in a few."
She glared down at him, holding the washcloth to her ankle. "I never should have let you stay here for so long. Considering you're a Detective, Lieutenant of the Major Crimes Division? Seriously. I should have just snuck in here and wired it myself. Alec is coming. Seriously, though. He came right through your fucking balcony door. Are you kidding me?" Now she was upset at him, again, her decent foot kicking at his shoulder. Swinging out, she was doing it in anger. He was a damn cop, and didn't even think, to think about his own security.
When he finally spoke, she went quiet, part of her calming slightly. Yes, he may feel betrayed at her never telling him, but she'd never been given a chance to avoid this whole little ordeal.
"I walk the fence, Theo. Always have. Probably will continue. You can't expect me to not check in on you, after I see you like that at her practice, and then you don't answer my fucking calls. I'll worry. I know where your shot gun is. I just..stop looking so guilty. Please, just do that. You saved my ass years ago. We're good, ok?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2014 22:46:10 GMT -5
Harvey finally looked up at her. He felt like she hadn't listened to what he'd just said at all. He could feel some anger spike up in his blood stream. He did his best to put it at bay and just listened to her while he worked on her ankle. When she began kicking him he caught her foot and slowly set it back down, giving her a look when he did.
He kept trying to work on her foot but she was getting more riled up as she continued. Harvey finally stopped what he was doing, went to his knees, then his feet, his hand sliding up from her foot, to her knee, to her belly, and then to her chest (he was a gentleman, he didn't actually cop a feel, he just pressed his fingertips on her chest above her breasts). He was hovering over her, a look in his eyes he'd never been privy to show her, ever.
"I fucked up, I should have been honest, I get that. You're sitting here spouting off at me like I'm some sonnovabitch, and I won't take it. You've broken my heart so many times Selina, and hearing everything I just had to hear only makes it hurt more because now I realize it wasn't just circumstances and you having to do what you had to do to get by, but so much of it was lies. The truth, you couldn't tell me that because I'm a cop. It just... It feels like my heart is being broken all over again into a million pieces because everything I had managed to put back together? It's all splitting at the seams again."
Harvey's face was only inches above hers, he'd not been paying attention to his body and what it was doing. He was just doing what it wanted, what it demanded of him. He finally looked down to her, to her jaw, her neck, her chest, everything within his immediate scope of vision. His good hand moved from pressing into her chest to her hair.
"See. I am so angry right now and I can't stop trying to reach to you, to feel you. You're my most intense addiction, Selina, and I can't even stop myself from trying to get my fix when I never got it in the first place."
His hand moved to her cheek. He pulled it back, shuddering. He nearly draped himself atop her but he stopped himself and came to stand up straight again. He looked down to her and let out a long breath.
"You were always more important to me than my job."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2014 23:19:48 GMT -5
Her eyes narrowed as he hovered over her. He didn't get it. She didn't care if her ankle was broken, and not getting better. As she struggled to stand, she took in a breath, quieted by his touch.
But he still didn't get it. Barely nose to nose, she knew pressure points as well. And while he might not be willingly about to hurt her, it was a threat she didn't like.
"You did your fucking job, ok? I get that. Let it go!You know a secret I've kept for years. And was planning on...until.." her words trailed. Until they'd come across that box. "I'm not dead. I'm still here. You bagged the joker. That is more important than....us being pissed at eachother for however long until we get it through eachother's head."
She was acting like a child. And he was being stubborn. And they were arguing about different things. Entirely.
"How can you say that you fucked up, when you were working. I have been lying to you for how many years? Because I didn't want to compromise the good you were doing. I got my degree, I came back. I didn't know that leaving would be so hard on you, ok?" When he said she'd broken his heart, she blinked at him, recoiling as if she'd been slapped. "What? What...are you even saying?" She peered at him like he'd morphed into someone else. "Then why didn't you say anything. I just...told you everything I'd lied about, and...you don't get it. Living in Gotham, is screwed up. There are clowns on pogo sticks and bats and all sort of stupid shit. Can't you see it? It's real. I'm real. I'm just..not wearing a mask, or hiding."
She was about to cry, she was so frustrated. Only when he'd pinned her, but not pinned her, did she shut up.
Once he shifted, it finally felt like she could breathe. "You're angry, and I'm angry, and yes, you are one sonofabitch. She raised you to be fierce. And a man. And she'd stare at you, like she'd do to the both of us, whenever she felt it was necessary!"
She wanted to scream at him. His fingertips burned on her skin, a touch so delicate it brought tears to her eyes. What he said next sliced through her like a knife.
If that was honestly true, it made sense. From that first day, to each and every one afterward.
"I...wanted to. But...I couldn't. You were more important to me, than anything. And I couldn't show you what that was, because it would disturb...everything you had." She had absently started fussing with the ring he gave her, how many years later? Fifteen? Her mouth worked as if she couldn't find the words.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't have started on a different foot with you. That maybe, we'd have met while I was in college, or not with me zip-tied to a chair. But...I got a shitty hand. I'm sorry." Physical pain she could do. This sort of pain shot her back years in time to when she was confused, angry, and lost. Unmoored. Weird was her benchmark. She'd always felt the outsider, and to avoid that, she chose no side.
"I'm so sorry, Harvey." Reaching out to his broken arm she slipped the ring onto one of his poking out fingers, resigned.
"I'm sorry I couldn't be what you need."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2014 23:46:19 GMT -5
Harvey just went to his knees and slumped on the floor. Here they were arguing two different arguments and still hurting each other in the process. He looked down at the ring on his finger. After a moment of silence he yanked it off and shoved it back to where it had been on her hand.
"Its yours, I want you to keep it. I don't want to fight, God."
Harvey didn't know what to do.
"I don't even know what I'm supposed to say or what I'm supposed to do. Its so much to take in, and I can't get a hold or a grip on anything at this moment, I don't even care that I bagged Joker, I just... can't..."
Harvey put his palms to his eyes. Did he feel tears? Were there tears there? He hadn't had those in so long. He wiped them from his eyes and did it in a way as if it was going to stop them. When he looked up his eyes were a little red and puffy.
"Selina," was all he could muster.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 0:18:55 GMT -5
Her babbling wasn't doing them any good. And she shouldn't have given the ring back, either. He always said so much when he moved. Him falling to his knees said more than their yelling and screaming.
He couldn't be doing this. Her rock couldn't crack. She knew he could only take so much, but he couldn't give up. Where would she be then? As he fell to his knees, she felt his decent in her bones. Crying out, she felt him shoving the small circle back onto her hand.
"You think I've changed, based on one thing being illuminated. I haven't. I just..know more. Now we both know more. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you. Harvey." She whispered his name as he hid his eyes.
"Theodore." She tried, his face shielded by both his hands. Shit. He shouldn't be moving his arm like that. Scooting to the edge of the bed, she shook her head. He couldn't do this. Once his hands fell from his face, her thumbs went to gently wipe at his eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm not leaving. My one secret..kept me from you. I didn't want you to carry it, too. You're so good at what you do. Tonight, was an accident. I'm stubborn. So are you. We..can get through this." She tried her damndest to distill it easily, watching him.
He'd never been big on words. So holding onto his arm (so he wouldn't move it again, damnit), she eased herself down to kneel before him, her hands gathering both of his. "I'm here."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 0:34:39 GMT -5
Harvey sighed, he was starting to feel alright. He looked down to her after she slid over to him and attempted a smile, but it was awful hard to do that.
"Just promise me that you'll seek me out when you're in trouble, even as Catwoman."
All the memories washed over him. He suddenly looked down to his chest and had those claw marks permanently on his chest.
"Woah, woah, wait a minutes."
Harvey dragged his good hand across his puffy eyes and looked down at her, in amazement. He pointed at the scars.
"That shit, hurt, you know."
Harvey looked pissed for a moment, but then a real smile finally got the better of him and he just laughed.
"God damn, you're mean sometimes."
Harvey reached to her and pulled her head to his chest.
"Man, I'm sorry. I got all caught up just a second ago. Its just... It's been a hard life to live, Selina, and well... You've always been that thing that I can rely on, y'know."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 1:05:02 GMT -5
He was returning to her. Thank God. Just because she did something, didn't mean it changed her. Maybe it did. Maybe this is what they meant about occupations. Whatever. He was coming back to her. "Even as Catwoman. I do ..have a reputation to uphold, though." She murmured, lifting her head from his chest. "I was so scared that night. And I cried...at home, when I realized it was you. I just...It's rare that I strike anyone, that close anymore. I just, get in, get out. Combat isn't my forte."
Her fingers splayed, tracing the deep scars. "You have heard what they say about cornering a cat, though. Keep that in mind." Calming a hiccup that threatened a sob. "You're not the most gentle puppydog, either. You had me pinned. I bruised my ribs." And she'd felt guilty for days afterward.
His heartbeat grounded her, flooding her head with a steady lub-dub, lub-dub. A strangled laugh choked from her mouth. "You're telling me about hard. I agree. I ...don't know what would have happened, if you hadn't been the butt of that joke that day. They had already had a field day with me. I just..." So many memories flooded, and she turned her face into his chest, just letting the tears flow.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 1:24:34 GMT -5
Harvey stood back up, pulling her up with him, making sure she didn't put any pressure on her foot. He set her back on the bed and kissed her forehead. Once she was there he took a look at her ankle. He raised a brow at it and took hold of it gently, resetting it without warning. He knew if he'd warned her she'd protest.
He looked up to her apologetically.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 1:33:52 GMT -5
"Don't-you don't need to touch that. Honestly. You're not supposed to rotate your arm with the cast-" she pleaded with him, trying in vain to scoot back away from him on the bed. What sucked was he still had one good arm, and that arm had a good reach.
Even after he'd kissed her forehead, something was amiss. Before another word damning him could cross her lips her eyes registered a pain and hurt so deep that her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she slid back onto the bed.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 1:41:46 GMT -5
"Ooops...."
Harvey looked over in disbelief as she passed out. Right after a knock came to his door. He went to answer it, pulling a robe over himself. A small detail of officers stood at his door.
"Lieutenant, we got everything taken care of. Do we need debriefing? Do you have any injuries?"
"You know what, lets deal with all that in the morning, alright. You guys done good tonight, I think the Commish'll be pleased with the lot of ya. I need to rest, I look forward to a little quiet."
"But sir-"
"I said in the morning. Get to HQ, file your reports, and go home."
They nodded and left him after shooting the breeze for a moment. As soon as the door shut he leaned his back against it and just stayed there for a moment. He glanced over to his wet bar and went to pour himself a new glass of Scotch, light a cigarette, and put on a record. He sighed heavily that he was going to have to use his other record player, one that had seen its hay days. He spent a few minutes hooking it up and put on something a little melancholy while he just lived quietly in his thoughts.
He couldn't get rid of the pains this night brought him, usually he so easily brushed things off, but this one hurt. It hurt pretty good. He sighed heavily and downed the scotch after a few minutes, heading back to the bedroom to finish with Selina's foot while she was out.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 1:48:01 GMT -5
The moment his foot crossed the threshold to his bedroom, there was another curt knock at the door. Once opened, Alec Morganson would be standing there, a 30-something clean cut man, reddish hair buzzed. He had the build of ex-military, and had several large bags slung over his shoulder, as well as several large boxes.
"Detective Bullock. I am Alec Morganson, of Black Cat Securities. Ms. Kyle dispatched a certain set of protocols only to be called in under her direct order. If I may enter?" A once over of the apartment was gleaned beyond the police officer, no comment made.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 1:55:44 GMT -5
Harvey went to the door and opened it but not all the way.
"Look, I know you work for her and all, and you look like you mean business, but I don't think I wanna be lettin' you in. I had one hell of a night and so has she. Let's let her have some rest and she can get a hold of you in the mornin, capiche?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 2:11:31 GMT -5
Politely Alec listened to the detective, nodding respectively. "I'm afraid I can't let that happen, Sir. She missed an appointment earlier to have her ankle looked at, and a few of the items here are yours." Hoisting the rather large box in his arms, Alec had been instructed to not allow it to be opened until was within the premises. "I need ninety minutes, Sir. Eighty-four if you care to set this up. But considering the status of your arm, I am under your discretion."
Selina's employee shifted his weight slightly, cracking the top of the very well insulated box so that a glimpse of silver, black and white were visible, part of 'DUAL' peeking through.
"May I, sir?" Alec requested again.
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